paningit sa paningit...

Paningit sa paningit...
-ardel-

I’m back.

Back from the annals of the dead. Back to writing.

So pardon me if this falls short of the tried and tested unity, coherence and emphasis format. I’m a bit rusty, so is my keyboard. The fraggin’ spacebar won’t cooperate. Anyway in the 5 years that I haven’t been writing, I’ve been out the city, out of the country, out of my mind, out of touch, out to here. I’ve been at, in, out, over, under, above, beyond, beneath, in between, into, onto, around and about. Seriously, I’ve been trying to live a normal life. I’ve been trying to get ahead in the rat race, I’ve been doing the daily grind, I’ve been working.

Then one day, this friend of mine pressures me into writing again. I’venever given it a thought. Writing again. Writing for the heck of writing. Writing as opposed to writhing. The only thing I’ve written in the last (month?) that’s worth reading is the Incident Report I had to write to explain why there’s P266.00 missing from the collection. Hehehe. Quite entertaining actually. “…I do not intend to apologize, because I was never trained for this task….”

I remember back in the day, when I started writing. I found it therapeutic, like a panacea that took problems away, the rope you could tug at when all hope was lost. I made it my release. Then I wondered if my writing would make sense to other people, as I’m wondering now if I still make sense. Well I gotta run. I don’t know where this leads to, but I hope my editor does.

Peace! See you in a while.